Chapter 5: Downworlder Teenagers…

A/N: Welcome to chapter 5. Please remember to review, I would love to hear what you have to say and I will respond. I will also be posting snippets from this fic onto my fanfiction Blogspot (toacff Blogspot com) Make sure to stay until the end of the chapter where I'll respond to the reviews from the previous chapter.
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2030
It was a mild summer's day in New York City. The Herondale family was on their way to Jocelyn's and Luke's apartment for a special birthday. Accompanying the Herondales were the two Lovelace children, whose parents were in Idris at the Academy, where Simon was giving a talk about Ascension. When they reached the Garroway house, Clary knocked on the door. Luke answered; the werewolf's hair had greyed slightly in the years since the Dark War.
"Hi Grandpa;" Charlie greeted Luke happily. "How are you?"
"I'm good, thank you for asking, Charlie. Amatis is waiting through in the lounge." Luke smiled at his (step) grandchildren as they passed.

2015
It was a particularly cold February night, and the Herondales were over at the Garroways' house. They were there to let Jocelyn and Luke meet Charlotte, who was born a few weeks prior. There was a warm atmosphere with the adults talking in hushed tones, as both Charlotte and the toddler Will were asleep, the former held by her grandmother and the latter sprawled over his father. There was suddenly a loud, hurried knock at the door. It was loud enough to spring Will awake, but Charlotte was a deep sleeper, even as a baby. As Jocelyn was holding Charlotte, Luke went to answer the door. He came back to the room a few moments later, pale-faced and carrying a wicker basket.
"What's wrong?" Clary's tone showed her worry about what had happened. Luke simply took a note out of the wicker basket and handed it to Clary.
"'Please take care of my daughter. She was born on August 12th, and is a werewolf, as I am. I give her to you because I know that I can trust you to care for her throughout her life, a task I am unable to fulfil'." Clary read out the note to the intently listening adults. It was then that the bundle within the wicker basket began to move and cry. Without thinking, Luke picked up the baby from within the basket and cuddled it close. This quietened the baby.

It was an hour later, and the adults were discussing how to deal with the werewolf baby. Simon and Izzy had kindly come and collected Will, taking him back to the Institute for sleep. Clary kept Charlotte with her in case Charlotte needed to be fed. The werewolf baby had been passed to Jocelyn who looked at it lovingly. The baby had the same eye colour as Luke already, a bright blue.
"We're keeping it." Jocelyn simply stated. Previously, Clary and Luke had been discussing various other options: giving the baby to the Praetor Lupus, trying to find the mother, asking the pack, etc. but Jocelyn's statement had stopped the argument.
"You think we should keep her?" Luke sounded confused.
"I raised Clary by myself, and that was trying to hide the shadow world and most of who she is. Raising a werewolf in a world with no secrets about the true reality will be a walk in the park in comparison." Jocelyn tone was calm, but assertive and definite. Luke smiled, though his body posture indicated that he was really worried about his new responsibilities. Jocelyn noticed her husband's body language and gave him a reassuring smile.
"You'll be fine, Luke." Jocelyn assured her husband. Luke relaxed a little.

A/N: Sorry for this being short. I wrote the original first half, but it included everything I wanted to include. Therefore, I've split it into two parts and I'll submit the second half later. Please remember to read and review. And as always,
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